Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.